Chapter 1123 The Holy Bell of the Temple!
Chapter 1123
However, even if they are as strong as the generals of the empire, it is definitely not an easy task to destroy the bloody battle formation of Kowloon.
"boom!"
In a blink of an eye, the black-armored guard suddenly took two steps forward, and then stomped heavily. In an instant, he rose from the ground and rushed towards Dusong Mangbuzhi like a cannonball.
Before Dusong Mangpoje could react, the black-armored guard had passed through many spaces and appeared in front of Dusong Mangpoche. A huge iron fist quickly changed from small to large in the eyes of Dusong Mangpoje, and with just one punch, it immediately hit Dusong Mangpoje's chest heavily.
This punch was extremely heavy, with just one blow, Dusong Mangpoche was immediately sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
Booming, in the eyes of countless people, I saw Dusong Mangbuzhi hit the ground like a cannonball, and slid hundreds of feet away, plowing a deep trace on the ground. Behind him, smoke billowed, The sand was terrifying.
In just a split second, the sudden attack by Dashi, Uzang, and Western Turkic was completely smashed by Tang. The attack of the four imperial generals collapsed, and even the "highlander" like Dusong Mangbuchi "Eagle", were severely injured by the black armored guards, and flew out.
"boom!"
Seeing this scene, the originally depressing battlefield burst into earth-shattering cheers, and all the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty cheered with excitement, the voices were deafening.
However, no one noticed that the black-armored guard was standing about a foot above the ground in mid-air, and his thick eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.
But at this moment, no one noticed that when Dusong Mangpoje was blown away by the black-armored guards, he was impartial, and just landed around a huge sandstorm that swept across the sky and the earth. And there, it is precisely the place where Qudibo, the god of war, and the old man of the evil emperor fought.
"Successful!"
Dusong Mangbuzhi fell to the ground, with blood spurting from his body, but a smile appeared on his face, and he tilted his head slightly. Dusong Mangbuzhi's dark eyes reflected another completely different scene:
I saw the huge "sandstorm" rolling in yellow sand that stretched from the sky to the ground. At this moment, the inside vibrated suddenly, and a huge gap was suddenly opened. The billowing sandstorm dissipated from top to bottom at an alarming speed. And behind the faded sandstorm, there were two figures fighting fiercely, one with golden light, like the sun and moon hanging high, while the other was as black as ink, with fluttering clothes.
Two people face each other at a distance,
They were all staring at each other, with a strong fighting spirit erupting from their bodies. Only for a split second, the figures of the two moved quickly, but for Dusong Mangpoje, everything was enough. The chance he was looking forward to finally came.
"jingle!"
A small bell sounded suddenly, and it seemed inaudible on the battlefield full of voices and shocking shouts, without attracting anyone's attention.
The golden bell quickly passed through the mighty "sandstorm" gap that connected the sky and the earth, and flew towards the old man in the black robe, the speed was fast and fast. In just a blink of an eye, the distance from the old man Xiedi is only a few feet away.
And almost at the same time, the old man Evil Emperor seemed to have sensed something, his heart skipped a beat, and the corner of his eye subconsciously glanced at the direction where the golden bell was flying.
Even though he hadn't seen what was flying behind him, the powerful instinctive reaction of the old man Xie Emperor still made him take action quickly. Hum, a huge energy burst out from his body, and quickly turned into a dark black qi shield, like steel like iron, covering the whole body of the old man Evil Emperor.
The old man Xiedi had already reacted quickly, but he still underestimated the power of the Daxue Mountain Temple and the secret magic weapon.
Dingling, the moment the old Evil Emperor made a move, the golden bell vibrated, as if some kind of induction had occurred, the speed increased sharply, and a thin arc was drawn in the air like lightning, appearing above the head of the old Evil Emperor above.
"Boom!"
Flames shot out, thunder roared, and the moment the old man appeared on the head of the evil emperor, a terrifying and destructive energy storm suddenly erupted from the tiny golden bell, and a huge energy hurricane swept out, instantly covering the old man into it.
The golden bell at that moment was not like a magic weapon, but like a channel connecting to another world, attracting the energy frenzy of that other world and attacking the old man Evil Emperor.
This energy was so huge that Dusong Mangpoje's own strength seemed irrelevant. This is no longer his power, but the energy from the magic weapon itself.
However, something unexpected happened to Dusong Mangbuchi. In the blink of an eye, a deep black and majestic force suddenly erupted from the body of the old man of the evil emperor, and unexpectedly a big blue hand like a mountain was formed, supporting the golden bell.
"!!!"
Seeing this scene, Dusong Mangpoje was dumbfounded. Even though he already knew that the old man Evil Emperor was not easy to deal with, he still felt a huge shock when he saw the scene in front of him.
It is absolutely impossible for the holy bell to be supported by external force. If it can be supported so easily, it is impossible for the holy bell to trap people. This kind of thing has never happened before, and Dusong Mangpoje didn't even dare to think about it. There is no doubt that the mysterious old man in front of him has become so powerful that it is hard to fathom. The effect on the body is greatly reduced.
"useless!!!"
In just a split second, Dusong Mangpoje's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he pinched the magic formula with his fingers, and his body jumped up from the ground.
"Boom!"
The next moment, something that shocked everyone happened. The golden bell the size of a child's fist suddenly swelled hundreds of times in the face of the wind, from small to large in an instant, turning into a giant golden bell like a mountain. He smashed the old man who had trapped the evil emperor on the ground.
In an instant, the storm dissipated, and the old man Evil Emperor disappeared, and there was a giant golden bell more than six meters high where he was originally. Thunder flashed on the surface of the giant bell, and it was buzzing. Thousands of silver snakes also surrounded the golden giant bell, swimming like dragon snakes, which looked extremely frightening.
Sudden!
too suddenly!
Before everyone could react, Dusong Mangpoje had succeeded, covering the old man of the evil emperor in the holy bell and pressing him to the ground. In the blink of an eye, everyone who saw this scene was shocked, and even the shouts of killing on the battlefield were much quieter.
"Successful!"
Seeing the golden bell falling to the ground, in the distance, Daqin Ruozan clenched his fist suddenly, his spirits lifted and his face beaming with joy.
In this war, from killing ordinary soldiers of Datang, disintegrating Cheng Qianli and Wang Yan, to pretending to attack the black-armored guards, everything was planned in the middle of the ring, in order to use the hands of the black-armored guards at the last moment, "Send" Dusong Mangbu to the side of the evil emperor old man and Qudibo without trace.
It is unrealistic to try to play any tricks in front of him. As long as you get a little closer, any abnormal approach will be noticed by the old man of the evil emperor.
But everything was finally implemented successfully. An existence as strong as Wang Chong's master, the old man Xiedi, was successfully covered by the secret magic weapon passed down from the Daxue Mountain Temple in Dusong Mangbuchi.
"boom!"
Seeing the giant golden bell on the ground and the old man of the evil emperor disappearing in mid-air, after a brief silence, the entire battlefield of nearly 100,000 Dashi troops burst into earth-shattering cheers. Especially under Qudibo's command, all the elite cavalry in the northern theater shouted excitedly.
"Big food!"
"Big food!"
"Big food!"
...
There were bursts of shouts, shaking the sky and the earth, and all the big food iron knights were excited. The war has been going on for so long, even though they don't know about the old man in black in Tang Dynasty, all the big cannibals know that he is their most powerful enemy. It is because of this person that hundreds of thousands of big cannibals have lost The halberd sinks into the sand, unable to advance an inch. Now that the mysterious old man in black was gone, no one in the entire battlefield could resist Qudibo.
"Qudibo!"
"Qudibo!"
"Qudibo!"
...
But in a short period of time, the name of Qudibo, the God of Food and War, resounded through the sky again. After four days of fierce fighting, after paying the lives of countless soldiers, Dashi finally wanted to win the final victory.
Contrary to the situation where the big cannibals, Uz Tibetans, and Western Turks cheered and turned against Yingtian, on the side of Datang, all the soldiers were pale and ashamed.
"Master!"
In the blink of an eye, Wang Chong, who was entangled in a fierce battle with Ziad, suddenly raised his head when he heard the movement in the distance. With just one glance, Wang Chong immediately understood what happened. In an instant, all the blood color faded away. His hands and feet were cold.
"Brother Wenfu!"
And almost at the same time, the village chief Wushang saw the six-meter-high golden bell in the army in the distance, and his whole body trembled, as if he had been hit hard, and his breath was disordered.
"Senior Zhang!"
Gao Xianzhi, Cheng Qianli, and Su Hanshan, who commanded the crossbow troop in the rear, were all shocked and their faces were as white as paper. Even the black-armored guard holding the bloody battle flag of Nine Dragons in his right hand changed his face at this moment, and his breath suddenly changed. fluctuation.
No matter how slow everyone's reaction was, they understood that this time, everyone was completely calculated by the big cannibal and the Tibetans of Uzbekistan. Their goal is neither Wang Yan nor Cheng Qianli, nor is it the Nine Dragon Bloody Battle Banner that everyone thinks. From beginning to end, their goal was only one person, Wang Chong's master, Old Evil Emperor!
After four days of fierce fighting, the remaining soldiers and horses on both sides were running out, but Dashi was still unable to defeat Datang on the ground. But as long as the old man Evil Emperor is trapped and the top combat strength of Datang is eliminated, even if Datang owns the Nine Dragon Bloody Battle Banner, he will only be defeated.
Although the formation is extremely important, in any battle, the strength of the generals of the empire is not inferior to the powerful existence of the formation.